Percy Jackson Mom Novels & Stories

She asked Pierce was quiet for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was filled with something that sounded like old pain. "Margaret Blackthorne is one of the most powerful witches in the supernatural world. She's ancient, dangerous, and completely ruthless." "And she's my mother. I am the baby she gave up right? My dad is a lycan?” She asked "We don't know that for certain," Pierce said quickly, "She knew things about me, Pierce. Things no stranger could know.

Mom informed me when she saw me entering the room. "Thanks, mom. I am sure he loves you too." I walked towards Percy and his mate to say hello, but was stopped by his parents instead. "They need a few minutes more. Percy is about to tell her about Ares." His mother told me. She had the same long slender features as Percy, but she had bright eyes with darker skin. "I see." I stood back. "I'm Ramona and this is my husband Salomon." She gestures to herself and her husband.

My mom, Hestia, is right next to Anastasia and Thalia (Nadia's mom), sending me a reassuring smile my way. "You see, something has been changing our magic. It is growing dark, and it feels like we are being drained of it. We need all your help. Calliope, my dear young witch, we will be watching you closely. We need to see if you can find anything that would disturb our magic the way it has," smiles Georgia, Chloe's mom. "We would also ask all of you to be aware of anything strange that you notice at school. If you feel something is off and it happens to cause you unease, please report it to us immediately," Kathrine, Selene's mom, admonishes us.

We headed back downstairs. “Join us, Percy.” Mom called. “Where is Liam?” I asked, pulling out a chair. Mom looked at me like I called the wrong name. “He is out for a business trip.” “Okay.” I responded even though it was none of my business. Percy also sat down and we started eating. “Have you heard from Martil?” Mom suddenly asked. I coughed out the juice that was just sipped into my mouth.

Well, I was as confused as he was, probably more. The next moment I saw my mom approaching me, she was dressed quite differently and so were my family I couldn’t get what was going, my mom came to me and asked me what I was doing in Olympus, I couldn’t answer her question as Zeus had entered the court by that time and we were supposed to be silenced when he entered the court but my mom told that the conversation wasn’t yet done and we should talk after the meeting. Why was my mom there? And also my family, I was confused, so many questions just passing through my head, which almost drove me crazy, but what did my mom want to talk about? Couldn’t be more anxious than I already was…

mom whispers, her heart breaking as she slowly shakes her head. I sit up straighter, squaring my shoulders, hating that answer but knowing that she’d only deny me this if she had a good reason for it. “I have to go home,” mom whispers, scootching closer and taking my face again between her hands. “To…to Markie, and June. And your dad,” she shakes her head. “They need me and…” she bites her lip, “with what you said? About the Dark God having…interest, in our Junepiper?”

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

She pulled Dad's remains into her arms and completely fell apart. Just then, another one of her men came stumbling over to them. "Mrs. Ferguson!" Mom jerked her head up. Her face was covered in tears. "Get out! All of you, get out! I don't want to hear anything! Even if the company goes bankrupt right now, I don't care anymore!" The man was so frightened that he stammered, but he didn't dare walk away. "I-It's Mr. Mike Ferguson." Mom's breathing stopped.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.